College Job

Do you need any help packing?” I asked Troy.

“No…I’m fine.” Troy replied, turning towards me and giving me a smile.

I was leaning up against his bedroom door frame watching him pack his belongings up into boxes and suitcases. I didn’t want him to go, but he thought it would be better to be around his family than with supporting friends, and I respect him. I couldn’t do anything but move my gaze with him as he walked around the room. Whenever he glanced over to me, I would give him a non-tooth smile and he smiled back. With each thing that he packed away, I wished that he would put it back and stay. When he was finished, he zipped up his suitcase and heaved a heavy sigh.

“Well…” he sighed again, I could tell that he didn’t know what to say. I smiled at him and pushed myself off the frame, walking over to him and pressing my lips against his in a soft good-bye kiss. “I’m going to miss those.” Troy breathed as we parted and I smiled, leaning into him again for another kiss good-bye.

I moaned as I heard Troy’s suitcase hit the floor and he wrapped his arms around my torso. I smiled when Troy started running his tongue outside of my mouth and I opened for him, leaning back from him and falling onto the bed behind us. I arched my back as he moved his kisses down my neck and jaw line, working his way up to my ear and then back down again. I moaned as he slipped a cold hand under my shirt, and I pulled my shirt off so he could have better access. It had been too long since I had Troy’s lips over my skin and I moaned even louder as he started to attack my nipples. I started roaming my hands down over Troy’s shirt, pulling it up and feeling his naked skin over my fingertips. I was just about to pull his shirt off when Troy snapped up and sat at the end of the bed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Troy, sitting behind him and wrapping my arms loosely around his shoulders.

“It’s not you,” Troy sighed, craning his head to see me. “It’s me. I love you and all, but…”

“I’m not Bradley?” I finished his sentence.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just still grieving for his loss. You are perfect just the way you are.”

“Thank you. But it has been nine months since Bradley died, and do you remember what he said in his note?”

“He said for me to move on,” Troy said sadly.

“That’s right. He did not want you to mourn for him this long. He wanted you to live your life and not grieve.”

“I know, but I miss him.”

“I do too. But just follow through with what Bradley wants you to do…move on.” I gave him a kiss and pulled my shirt back on, exiting the room to get the door.

I smiled when I saw Kathryn standing in the doorway and I called for Troy. I offered her to come inside, but she refused as Troy walked out of his room. I gave Troy a weak smile as he passed me and he gave Kathryn a kiss. “Ready to go?” Kathryn asked Troy.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Troy nodded and he gave me one last kiss good-bye.

“I’m going to miss you,” I breathed and I waved good-bye to him as he hopped into Kathryn’s car and drove away. Once they were gone, I closed and locked the door. Walking into Troy’s empty room, I turned in a small circle and started to weep. The pain of the past I remembered with my friends. I had so many memories with them that they were too hard to bear. The next thing I knew, I was huddled on the ground crying for my friends and how they were now gone.

“You okay?” I heard Psymon ask. I opened my eyes and saw that he was standing over me. I pulled myself off the ground and rubbed my eyes.

“What happened?” I asked as he helped me up off the ground.

“I don’t know. I think you fell asleep,” Psymon replied. “Why were you on the ground anyways?”

“I was crying.” I told him, exiting the room and saw that he brought dinner home. We both dug into the food.

“Did Troy leave already?”

“Yeah,” I said depressingly. “I’m really going to miss him.”

“Me too,” Psymon agreed with me and he handed me a soda from the fridge.

“So…how were the auditions for the new dancers?” I asked once I was done with my meal.

“They were okay,” Psymon replied, lighting a cigarette. “Though I left the decision for the new dancers up to Evan, he’s better at picking things than me.” we both laughed and I took a drag from his cigarette before I kissed him.

“What’s that?” I asked, seeing Psymon pull out a small bag of powder. “Is that what I think it is?”

“What do you think it is?” Psymon asked back. “Drugs?” he smirked and I nodded. “Then we have a winner.”

“But I thought you quit?”

“Dude, you can’t quit something that you’re addicted to. Besides this shit tastes so fucking good.” he whispered in my ear. I gasped out as he licked the inside of my ear and held the drugs in front of me to see.

“What is it?” I asked, “Coke?”

“Not even close. Want to try some?”

“What is it first?”

“Try some and I will tell you what it is.”

“Fine,” I agreed and he opened up the bag and poured the drug over the coffee table, and separated it out into good size portions. Once he split the drugs, he pulled out a plastic tube from his pocket and gave to me. We exchanged smirks as I took hold of the tube and placed it against my nose, snorting up the substance. I coughed as I felt it run down my throat and inhaled the rest. “Fuck, what was that?”

“Heroin,” Psymon replied, taking the pipe from me and snorting up his share of the drugs. “Makes you feel so fucking good, like you’re superman.” he laughed and he lit up another cigarette.

Psymon was right, it did make you feel, maybe not like superman, but it made you fucking feel good. I moaned out as I started to feel my high starting to come on and I leaned over to Psymon. He smiled at me and I got up on my knees and leaned into him for a kiss, but I lost my balance and fell right into his lap. We both laughed so hard about my fall that I couldn’t breathe and Psymon was crying so hard that his tears hit my face. After our laughter died down, he gently placed a kiss over my forehead and sighed.

“You know,” I heard Psymon say as we both lived off our highs. “I’m thinking about retiring you soon.”

“And I think you are high for thinking that.” I replied.

“I might be high, but I am serious…I want to retire you from dancing.”

“But why?” I asked, sitting back up.

“You are getting too old to be a dancer,” he told me.

“I’m not THAT fucking old,” I yelled. “I’m only twenty-two.”

“But you will be turning twenty-three in seven months. Besides, the guys who come to the club want to fuck and watch boys dance. Not a man who is their own age.”

“What?”

“It’s true, and I’ve seen it happen to many of the dancers at the club. Once they reach a certain age, around twenty to twenty-three, most of the dancers’ request rates fall within their first month of their birthday. I don’t want you to get hurt, so I am retiring you instead of firing you.”

“But you were twenty-five when you quit and you were still dancing.”

“I didn’t dance. I fucked,” Psymon said, correcting me. “Besides, I’m kind of getting jealous. Having all those guys watching you with their eyes, and then having them fuck you in the privacy of your room. I want to have all of you to myself.”

“Greedy little bastard, aren’t we?” I snickered and pushed a few loose strands of hair out of my face so I had a clear view to kiss him. He laughed and leaned into me. I was so into the moment that I didn’t want it to end. Slowly I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out so we could lock. Our tongues had just barely touched when we heard a loud crash and we turned to see that a large rock had shattered our front window.

“Fucking bastards!” Psymon cried out and he got up, running to the door and opened it. He peered outside to see who was out there, but all that we heard were the sound of tires screeching and a car driving away.

“Did you see who might have done it?” I asked, picking up the rock and tossing it in my hand.

“No…but whoever it was, he’ll be back. They always come back. Come on, let’s go to bed. We can clean this shit up in the morning.” He then dragged me away from the shattered glass and we went into our room.

I moaned as I climbed into bed, and Psymon pulled me closer to his chest. I smiled once I was settled and I closed me eyes. “Your last day as a dancer is at the end of the month.” I heard Psymon say, moaning out at the end as he nuzzled his head in the back of my neck. I sighed as I opened my eyes, I didn’t want to stop dancing…I wanted to continue to dance till guys stopped requesting me. It took a little longer for me to fall asleep, but I finally did, around three though. Sighing, I closed my eyes and dreamed that I was dancing at the club-not a very exciting dream for some, but to me, it meant the world.

The end of the month came so quickly. Even though it was the end of my dancing career, it felt like it was the end of the world. I sighed as I leaned back in my chair. Staring around the dressing room, I started to remember the good times I had these past few years. I gulped as I stopped and saw where Bradley had gotten up on a chair and introduced my straight white ass to the dancers. I laughed as I recalled how young and innocent I was: nineteen, a freshman in college, and a fear of gays with Psymon hating my guts. Now look at me, I’m twenty-two, a dancer, and gay and now Psymon and I will spend a lifetime together after this night. I smiled weakly as I felt my eyes start to water; I didn’t want anyone else to see so I leaned down on the make-up station in front of me and hid my head.

“Are you okay Skylar?” I heard a small voice call from the side of me. I shook my head and quickly wiped away my tears before I lifted my head.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I told Luke. He was one of the new dancers that Evan hired and had taken over Bradley’s station beside me. I smiled up at him and he smiled back.

“Are you sure?” he asked, leaning against his station, he was dressed like a very sexy puppy and the customers loved him. Luke was younger than me, eighteen to be correct, and his big sea green eyes just stood out above his slim body and handsome face. “Do you want Kyle to get Psymon, or Evan?”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” My smile got bigger and I turned to smile at Kyle, Luke’s identical twin brother. Kyle smiled at me as he left his own station, which he took up after Troy quit. He then exited the dressing room and went out onto the main floor. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I think he went to get Psymon anyways.

Kyle didn’t like me much. When he and Luke applied for the job here, he wanted to be a cat, since his brother was going to be a bitch, but when he heard that they already had a kitty he cried and pushed me every time he saw me. He didn’t have a costume; he was just wearing a sort of Chip N’ Dale outfit till I retired. I didn’t want to retire, but Psymon was forcing me to and I knew that Kyle was happy to see me go. I didn’t know why Evan hired them, they were too young to be dancers and they seemed to be more interested in fucking each other than the customers. I had caught them more than once fucking and sucking each other off, using my room as their little love nest. I hated them just as much as they hated me.

I didn’t care what Kyle was doing, I didn’t even care if he did go to get Psymon. All that I knew was that tonight was my last night of working with the devil twins. I sighed as I stood up and started getting dressed. I didn’t know what outfit to wear; while Bradley was alive he put together three costumes for me. After looking at the two that I had, the first torn by Psymon when he raped me, I figured to wear my second outfit. I sighed again as I pulled my shorts on and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I sighed for a third time and slumped back down in the seat. I didn’t want to put on my tail and ears just yet, I wanted this moment to live on forever in my memory.

“Ready for your last performance?” I heard an all too familiar voice say behind me. I smiled weakly as I looked at Psymon’s reflection in the mirror. I turned around and found that he was closer than he looked in the mirror. He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, caressing my cheek as he leaned down against my make-up table. “What’s wrong?” Psymon asked, noticing my sad look.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t say that,” Psymon sighed, rolling his eyes at me. “I know something is wrong. You always say that when something is wrong.”

“No I don’t,” I argued with him.

“Yes you do,” he argued back, pulling my ear and making me yell in pain. “Now tell me, what’s wrong?”

“I just don’t want this to end. It’s like I have been living in a fantasy world these past years. I’ve been having so much fun while I was dancing and fucking all those guys…I don’t want it to end.”

“I’m sorry, but as your manager I call all the shots. And you are retiring after this night. But look on the bright side, you still have me,” he then pushed off the table and hung his arms around me. I smiled as I watched, through our reflection, him kissing me on the cheek. He kissed me again, this time on the shoulder. I smiled and then let out a gasp as he bit my neck and I leaned away from him. I laughed as he pulled away from me and gave me another sweet kiss before leaving me to get ready for my performance.

I smiled weakly as I pulled on my heels and applied my make-up. Sighing, I pushed my ears up on my head and grabbed my gloves. I put them on quickly as DJ made my final announcement. I then took a deep breath in and put on a fake smile as I heard DJ over the speakers.

“All right gentlemen,” DJ yelled. “Tonight is a sad night. Tonight, we will lose one of our dearest and most beloved dancers. TONIGHT, will be Kitty’s last dance.” I then heard the crowd groan in sadness, and DJ continued on with his announcement. “So, without further adieu, I proudly present for the final time: KITTY!” the crowed roared more than ever on this night and it took longer for DJ to start the music.

I didn’t know what song he was going to play, so I decided to wait a few seconds into it before I started. When I started to hear the song playing, I laughed and knew what I was going to do. It was the same song that I had danced to on the night that I first started dancing. The song brought back memories as I stuck out my leg and recalled the dance steps from years ago. When I brought back the curtain, I saw old and new faces of the past. Smiling brightly, I saw that everyone was watching me. I was on the spot. Strutting my stuff, I walked over to the middle of the catwalk and did my whole routine, stopping a few times during the song so the customers could slip tips into my shorts. I smiled at them and gave a few of them a kiss on the lips, making them moan and beg for more. I hid my true feelings behind a false smile as I came up upon the middle pole, wearing nothing but my black thong that had disappeared into my cheeks. The customers cheered for me as I finished my dance and Psymon came up on stage and helped me out of my splits. I couldn’t help smile at him, even though I was sad it was almost over. As I smiled up at my love, he gave me a kiss on my nose and stepped away from me, leading everyone in applause. The applause slowly started to grow louder and the crowd gave me a standing ovation. I couldn’t help but take a second bow as I started to cry.

I wiped my tears away as I walked back stage while picking up the clothing that I had shed during my last performance. Sinking back into my chair, I found out that the applause still continued and even the new dancers that were hired over the years applauded for me. I smiled and got dressed again, but not before I pulled out my tips and discovered that I had over a thousand dollars stuffed in my underwear. Once I was dressed I walked back out onto the main floor and mingled with the crowd. I didn’t do much talking at first. Mostly everyone came up to me and gave me a hug goodbye. I told them that I wasn’t leaving yet, but they wanted to say goodbye to me before their shifts ended. Even a few regulars said goodbye to me, stuffing a fifty or a hundred down my shorts. Everyone was sad to see me go, but no one was sadder then Chad.

“I am going to miss you,” Chad sobbed. It was his break time and I took a short break as well. He had hugged me and was crying into my shoulder as he told me this. I could tell he really wanted me to stay, as did I. “Why did it have to be you? You are such a wonderful dancer.”

“I know,” I told him, taking a drag from the cigarette we shared. “But Psymon wants me all to himself and doesn’t want me to get hurt when the customers stop asking for me.”

Chad laughed lightly. “Psymon is too greedy, he wants you all to himself,” he pouted, leaning up against me and taking the cigarette from me. “What about me? I love you too.”

This came as a shock to me, kind of. I knew that Chad liked me as a friend, but I never knew he LOVED me. If he had asked me out before Psymon and I were a couple, then I would consented him asking me out. But he was too late and I am already taken. I felt sorry for him now, knowing that his crush was in the arms of another man and not in his. I took back the cigarette and put it out in the ash tray on the table. Smiling, I knelt down in front of him and started rubbing the outside of his groin. He moaned out as I massaged him, causing him to arch his back off the chair. I smiled and started massaging him harder, and I found that he was growing harder with each stroke. I soon found that he was getting too tight for his jeans and I decided to release him. I stared in awe as Chad’s cock sprang out of his pants and smiled as it twitched in front of me. Moaning, I took his cock in my hands and started to stroke him slowly and softly. I smiled as Chad grabbed a hold of his chair. I looked up at him and saw that he was really enjoying my job. I soon started to suck him longer and harder, bobbing my head farther down on his staff until he fit all the way down my throat. He moaned out even louder and dug a hand through my hair, knocking my ears off. I moaned as I started massaging his balls, sucking on them once in a while but he stopped me just as I started.

“Sky, please…I want to fuck you,” Chad breathed, running his fingers through my hair.

“Okay,” I breathed back, “let’s go to my room.” And I began to pull him towards my room.

“No,” Chad stopped me; I turned to see why Chad had stopped me. “Let’s do it here, so everyone can see.”

“Here? But…”

“Come on, we’re in the shadows of the darkness. No one will catch us.” He smiled as he pulled me into his chest, his erection pressing against my stomach. “So what do you say?”

I gasped out as he nibbled on my ear, flicking his tongue out and licked the inside of my ear. I laughed as he licked my cheek and I agreed with him. He smiled brightly and I eased off him, turning around so I could sit on his lap. I heard Chad moan as I felt my shorts being pulled down. I looked behind me to see him only pulling down my shorts till my ass showed and pulled me down onto his erected cock. I groaned out as I eased myself down onto him and adjusting to his cock size before I started grinding my hips on his. Moaning out, I looked down and saw Chad sliding his hands down my shorts and squeezing my cock. I arched my back off him as I started grinding my hips. We both moaned out as we pleasured each other, fucking each other for the first time. I could tell that Chad really loved me and I liked him, so I was going to give him the fuck he always wanted. Groaning out, I craned my head and arched my back off Chad again as he started stroking me faster. Kissing him, I ran a hand through his hair and moaned out. We were so into each other, I didn’t care who saw us fuck in the darkness; I didn’t even care if Psymon saw us. My moans got louder with each stroke he made, loving one of my last fucks of the night and not wanting it to end.

Deepening our kiss, I started bouncing on his cock. He gasped out and stroked my cock harder, pushing a finger into my ass as well as his cock. I smiled and knew that I was going to come soon. I didn’t want to come yet, so I tried to think of anything that couldn’t get me off. I was trying to think of something when I heard someone in front of me clear their throat. I moaned as I opened my eyes, thinking that it was Psymon and he had caught me, but it was not and I thought that I had died and gone to hell when I saw who it was.

“Dude…fuck…I’m going to come.” I heard Chad grunt and I could already feel his seed being ejected into my ass. I stopped everything I was and closed my eyes, trying to tell Chad to stop what he was doing. I tried to tell him over and over again about the guy who was standing in front of us, but he either ignored me or didn’t hear me. I clenched my eyes as I tried to forget who was in front of me. I gasped out as I came with Chad cumming at the same time and I could feel his seed drip out of my ass. “That was good.” Chad moaned, nuzzling up against my ear. “Oh…looks like you have your next customer.” he smiled, seeing the man who watched us fuck and pulled me off him. I quickly pulled my shorts up and stared down at the floor, embarrassed. Chad smiled as he placed his cock back into his pants and slapped my ass.

“Have fun you two.” He then slapped the guy’s ass in front of me and I sank even lower.

“So, is he one of the regulars that you fuck?” my dad asked.

“No,” I said softly, hiding my head and hanging it lower.

“Then what did I just see?” he spat.

“A thing between friends.” I replied.

He didn’t say anything for a while after that, and I thought he had already left. But I was wrong as I heard him sigh. Deciding to face him, I saw that he was drunk as a skunk. He had a vodka bottle in his hands and I saw it was almost gone. I could tell, as well, how many he had just by the smell on his breath. “So this is where you work, um…?” Catching a whiff of his breath, I could tell he had about three other bottles of various alcoholic drinks.

“Can we talk in private?” I asked him. Holding my elbows together and glancing at the ground.

“Fine with me,” My dad replied, taking a swig from his bottle. I sighed as I led him over to the rooms. I kept my head down so that no one would see my saddened face. I didn’t want Psymon to see me, yet I wanted him to just in case if my father started to hit me. Then I know he would be just outside my door to rush in and save me.

“Hey, Sky. Who’s the new drunk?” Luke asked, laughing as we passed him up.

“He’s no one,” I replied, opening my door.

“No one, hmm…well then, if you get tired of this old kitty here then my brother and I can give you some real fun.” Luke smiled evilly as he leaned up next to my dad, stroking his sweaty brown and gray hair.

“Fuck off, Fag!” my dad shouted at Luke. I tried to hide my smile from them, but I think a little bit showed as I shut the door behind me.

“How did you find me?” I asked, turning on the lights. I sighed when I saw my room. I hadn’t packed yet, I was going to after my shift. I stood still near the door as my dad walked around my room, picking up my things and then throwing them onto the floor.

“You left a pair of your jeans at the house. I was going to throw them away, till a card slipped out of the pocket.” He then held up one of my business cards and I groaned. “All that it had on it though was a website and the club’s name. So I decided to check out the site.” He then threw down one of my toys I had on my dresser. “And guess who I saw on the front fucking page…you!” He then tipped over my nightstand that had my cat dish filled of unused condoms. “You were on the god damned fucking front page…wearing nothing but a fucking THONG!” He then threw his empty bottle at the wall and stomped over to me. Quickly reacting to his actions, I ran to the corner and started to cower. Holding my arms above my head, I tried to protect myself as my father started to beat me. “You fucking queer!” My dad spat, taking his belt off and hitting me with it. He repeated that line over and over again, till he got tired and started calling me other names. Faggot, queer, gay, douche bag and bitch were some of the names he called me.

“DADDY…PLEASE, STOP!” I sobbed out. I tried to protect my face more, but he had tied my hands together behind my back so he could strike my face more easily. I screamed out in pain as he took a fist full of hair and dragged me across the floor.

“And do you know what else I found on that fucking site?”

“What?” I asked, sobbing and turning my head away from him.

“Don’t turn away. What I found were your fucking videos.” He then slapped me across the face and walked away. “Do you use these in your videos?” he asked. I looked up from my bloody gaze and saw my dad a multiple tail whip and a dildo in his hands. I sobbed and I didn’t want to reply but he smacked my face with the whip. “You use these in your fucking videos, don’t you, you fairy!” he yelled, whipping me in the face. “TELL ME THE TRUTH!” he spat, spitting in my face and I sobbed even more.

“Yes…I used them.” My mouth started to chatter and I hid my face again. He laughed and whipped me harder, hitting my chest and face. I started to feel blood trickle down my skin and I just gave up. Sniffing, I felt the stinging of the whip on my skin more and more. I tried to yell at him to stop but my voice was only a squeak. Gulping down my spit, I could taste the blood, and it was then that I noticed my mouth was bleeding.

I groaned as I gazed through my blurry vision at my dad sliding my shorts down. I shook my head to tell him to stop, but all he did was bitch slap me across the face. Closing my eyes, I tried to think that Psymon was raping me, but it didn’t work. I screamed out in pain as he rammed the dildo all the way up my ass. My tears had returned and I hung my head.

“Where’s the camera?” my dad asked, turning the vibrator on and shoved it in more. “Where’s the fucking camera!” he yelled, kicking me in the ribs.

“Over there,” I groaned, nodding over towards one of my dressers. There was a Hello Kitty statue that I had set there with a built in camera inside.

My dad laughed as he stumbled over towards the statue and took it off the dresser. I moaned as he focused the camera lens towards me and moved my legs this way and that to try to get the dildo out of my ass.

“You look so fucking hot,” my dad said, laughing at me. I could tell he was drunk when he said this and I groaned out. “I bet your fucking queers will like this as well.” I didn’t say anything, I just sobbed as he video recorded me in pain. “Aw…come on Kitty. Move for your fans. I know they are just DYING to see this.” He kicked me at that point and he didn’t stop. Kicking my groin at first, and then aiming for my stomach, chest and face. My skin looked like it was sweating blood now and I started spitting up and coughing out blood.

I knew that I wanted to die so many times in the past, but this was the time that I REALLY wanted to. Sobbing harder than ever, I fell to the floor and my dad kicked me right square in the nose.

(Reader’s POV)

Kevin was having too much fun kicking the shit out of his son. He laughed harder with every kick and he didn’t show sighs of stopping. He didn’t even care when his son passed out on him. He just laughed and continued kicking him. The father was so into kicking the shit out of his son that he didn’t know he was being watched by the security guards.

When Psymon took over the club, he used some of the money he won to buy video cameras to help protect the dancers. He had the monitors in his office, but he was away at the time Kevin came and started beating his son. Psymon had just come into his office, wondering where Skylar was, when he saw him on the camera. He gasped out and was quickly filled with rage as he raced out the door. He didn’t care for anyone who was in his way, nearly runing over half a dozen people to get to his love. Upon arrival, he busted the door down with his foot, catching Kevin by complete surprise.

“What the-” was the only thing that Kevin had to say before Psymon punched him, hitting him across the face. “Fuck you, you fucking fuck!” Kevin yelled out and the two began throwing punches at each other. Psymon ducked most of them, dodging Kevin’s wild, drunken throws. Psymon was able to get a few good punches in before Kevin started kicking him as well. He aimed his toe right between Psymon’s legs, a perfect bull’s-eye. Psymon groaned in pain as he sank down to the floor and Kevin back handed him across his face. “You don’t stand a chance against me,” Kevin laughed and he kicked Psymon in the chest, just like his son.

“Wanna fucking bet?” Psymon scowled, and he picked himself up. He yelled as he put all his weight into his body and tackled him to the floor like a football player. The tackle that Psymon did caused their fight to move out into the main floor, where Psymon and Kevin started throwing punches at each other again. They only got in two or three punches this time before security came and broke up the fight, placing Kevin in handcuffs and Psymon sent everyone home. “Call the police,” Psymon said to the security. “And the ambulance, Sky’s hurt.” he then rushed back into Skylar’s room and dropped beside his unconscious love.

Picking him up, he held him in his arms and tried to wake him up, but it was no use. Finally, he decided to give him CPR till the medics arrived. It was hard for Psymon to save Sky, seeing his love lying below him, all bloody and all, made him cry and his tears blocked his vision. It was a full fifteen minutes before the ambulance arrived, and for that time, Psymon never stopped. He moved aside so the paramedics could do their job. Standing up, Psymon watched in horror as Sky’s life laid on the line. But he was thrilled as they worked fast, they had an IV up in Skylar’s arm within the minute and placed him on the stretcher and rolled him out.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” the head paramedic said to Psymon as he tried to climb into the ambulance with them. “But only family members are allowed in.” He then closed the door and all that Psymon could do was watch as he saw Sky being driven away to the hospital.

Psymon couldn’t go just yet to see Sky. All he wanted to do in the world right now was to run over the hospital and see his love, but since Evan was not there tonight, he had to help close the club early tonight since of Sky’s incident. He had just gotten all the customers out when Chris came up to him.

“Go on ahead,” he told Psymon. “I’ve closed up with Ace so many fucking times that I know what I am doing. Your place is not here tonight, it’s with Sky. Now go!”

Psymon was so thankful for Chris helping him and he gave him a kiss on the lips. He then jumped onto his bike and sped off towards the hospital, dodging cars and swerving in and out of lanes without a helmet on. He literally flew off his back and into the emergency room, where he didn’t see a single sign of Skylar anywhere. “Please Ma’am,” Psymon asked the front desk nurse. “I am looking for Skylar Thompson.”

“One moment, Sir,” the nurse said with a smiled and Psymon started tapping his fingers roughly on the desk as he waited. “Yes, Skylar Thompson. He’s in recovery right now.” Psymon sighed to know that Sky was okay and he asked if he could see him now.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Psymon heard a voice from behind him. He turned to see a Sky’s dad behind him, holding back a curtain. “I don’t want this cocksucker to see my son!” Kevin yelled at the nurse.

“WHAT!” Psymon gasped out, stepping forward and two police officers stepped next to Kevin. “You can’t do that!”

“Oh, yes I can.”

“No you can’t!” Psymon argued with him. “Sky’s old enough for you to not take care of him anymore. So you have no rights over him.”

“Yes I do. I already signed an order for you to not see him.”

“Fuck that, and fuck you!” Psymon yelled out and made a break for the recovery room as he swung open the ER doors and dashed in. Five minutes later, Kevin, the front nurse, and the two officers saw the ER doors open again, revealing a kicking and screaming Psymon. “Get your fucking hands off me!” Psymon yelled as he tried to break free of the security guards’ grasp.

“AND STAY OUT!” Kevin yelled as he watched Psymon being thrown out of the ER.

Psymon had to wait three hours before he tried to see Sky again. He didn’t dare to go through the ER again, so he went through the front door, asking the front desk nurse there where Sky was.

“Skylar Thompson? He’s in room 336,” she told Psymon. Thanking her, he then ran towards the stairs at the end of the hall.

When Psymon arrived at Sky’s room, he saw that the door was opened and the room was pitch black. Slowly, he walked in and discovered Skylar was asleep. Smiling, he started to cry as he made his way over to the bed which held his beloved. Wiping away his tears, Psymon caressed Sky’s cheek and placed a soft kiss over his cheek. Smiling, he watched as Sky stirred. Psymon didn’t want him to wake up so he decided to cut his visit short and gave Sky one more kiss on the cheek before he left.

“Goodbye.” he whispered and with that, he slowly walked out of the hospital and Skylar’s life.

(Sky’s POV)

I had spent four days in the hospital. I was so battered up, that my dad had actually put my arm in a cast. I was so pissed at my dad that I decided to file charges against him for what he did to me. I was happy to hear that on the day I got out, he was sent to the state prison for ten years, but I was sad as well.

During my stay in the hospital, Psymon had never visited me once. My mom, Chad, DJ, Sam, and Troy visited me. But not Psymon. I tried to reach him on his cell, but he never picked up or answered my calls. I started to get worried that something bad might have happened to him. When I was released from the hospital, I had high hopes that Psymon would pick me up, but I found that, sadly, it was only my mom that was picking me up. I thought that this was some kind of joke, but I saw that it wasn’t as she took me to a small little apartment complex.

“Is this where you live?” I asked my mom.

“No, this is where YOU live.”

“What?” I shouted, looking from the apartment to my mom. “I don’t live here. I live on the other side of town.”

“No, Honey. You live here now.” With that, she then led me up to the third door on the right of the second floor. She opened the door for me and I peered in and I saw that all my stuff was inside.

“What’s the meaning of this?” I asked, I was now in the entrance hall of my new apartment and I saw nothing of Psymon’s things. “What’s this?” I asked, seeing my mom handing me a latter. I saw that it was addressed to me, written in Psymon’s handwriting. I quickly tore it open and I started to read:

My Dearest Skylar,

By the time you read this, I will be gone and out of your life forever. On the night your father attacked you, I thought of how I am just a magnet to torture, rape, and danger for you. So I have decided that it would be best that we do not see each other anymore. I have spoken with your mother and she thinks that this is the right thing to do. Please, do not contact me in any way. I have dropped out of school and have moved out of the state, so it will be impossible to find me. I have wired your money to a private account for your own use, please note that your last paycheck and your retirement money is also included in the account. It pains me with a heavy heart to do this, but I must follow my gut and it’s saying that this is the right thing to do. I am sorry, please stay in school and graduate. Don’t become like me in any shape or form. I love you Sky, I still do. But I just think that this is the best way for us to go. I am sorry.

Love, with all my heart,
Psymon.

I dropped the letter when I was finished with reading it, sinking to the ground as I hid my face. “Psymon,” I sobbed out, “why?” I felt my mom put her arms around me, but I pushed her away and ran to the closest door. Opening it up, I found it was a small empty closet and I ran inside. I started to sob in the darkness of the closet, hugging my knees to my chest and sobbing into them. “No…no…no…no! It’s not true,” I told myself. “He’s not gone!” I then grabbed for my cell phone and dialed Psymon’s number. It only rang once before the operator came onto the phone and said “This number is not available….” I sobbed harder as I heard the recording over and over again. Out of frustration, I threw my phone against the wall causing it to shatter into little tiny pieces. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me, my whole world shattered in one day.

‘Some way to end my dancing career,’ I thought and I laid down in what little space I had. I didn’t know how long I stayed in the closet, but I didn’t care. I sobbed for hours on end till I fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake from the dream I was having, nor did I want to wake up at all. That night, as I cried myself to sleep, I dreamt that I was with Psymon one last time. I smiled and moaned in my sleep as it started to slowly turn into a wet dream. Smiling brightly as the dream progressed, I found it hard to sleep as an erection started to form. I didn’t release myself though, for this last erection was done by Psymon and I wanted it to last forever.